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^{Hello!
My Name Is Erasers. Most Of You Know Me As. . .Erasers, I Suppose.}

^{SMOSH ;}

^{Personally, GIMP Is A Great Program. (:}

✄--cнeeтaн--- wrote:

Erasers~ Heyy:]]

Guys guys! Like my easter egg? xDD It's for the thing in the news header

^{Hii ~
I Love It !!}

^{Does Anyone Know Who Boxxy Is ?}

hights. wrote:

Um, um, um, I saw someone as minni-boxxy
...
if that counts

^{It Counts. . .
But There Is A Girl On YouTube Named Boxxy.
CLICK.}

^{My Personality Is EXACTLY Like Her. . .}

^{NAME! Runningpaw - stripe}

^{AGE! 10 Moons}

^{GENDER! Male}

^{CLAN! WindClan}

^{RANK! Apprentice}

^APPEARANCE!

^{Just as most Windclan cats, Runningpaw is built for speed and distance alone. While his paws may seem wider and therefore floppy in nature, they in combination with his thick tail provide the perfect amount of balance when jumping over bushes to escape capture or chase an enemy further into their own territory. His fur is longer than average, with a wispy touch to it- keeping him warm in chilly leaf-bare moons yet rendering him helpless against the humid green-leaf season.
Runningpaw's eyes are a goldish brown, blending in perfectly with his fur coloration. Tabby gold patches cover his entire tail, the crown of his face, as well as some patches on his backside. The tufts of fur between his toes and sprouting from his ears are a light white color, and his soft pink pads are hardly calloused from his young age.}

^PERSONALITY!

^{Named as he came out of the womb kicking his little legs and squirming, Runningpaw is a particularly fidgety individual if kept away from the open territory. He loves to hunt and can often be seen sprinting below flighting birds, just to see if he can outrun them. The first to rise in the morning, he is also the first to return to the nest after SunHigh for short naps to keep him going throughout the day.
Social interactions with other clan-mates are a given, however Runningpaw does not seek out gossip or small talk with other cats. He does enjoy the sharing of tongues and the occasional refresher to the social hierarchy in that which he lives, yet dwells on the physical aspects of living rather than the emotional bonds involved. Runningpaw is not entirely sure if he himself has an affectionate side, yet as a young cat barely out of the nursery there is much to his persona that he has yet to discover.}

^{likes
. running
. jumping
. talking
. getting up early
. flirting}

^{dislikes
. blood
. wars
. too much flirting
. messy/un-hygienic cats
. climbing}

^{strengths
. sprinting
. surprises
. being judgmental
. talking
. hunting}

^{weaknesses
. flirting
. being cocky/conceded { "happens rarely." }
. she-cats { "period." }
. having large paws
. slightly dull claws}

^HISTORY!

^{Runningpaw is the only surviving kit of his litter, born to an elderly mother whose pregnancy was plagued with bad omens. Alongside him were his two sisters, Snowkit and Foxkit, the first of whom was a stillborn and the second a runt having died of greencough a few days later. As a kit, Runningpaw was playful and full of energy, constantly the cause of holes and broken pieces of the nursery falling in, and once stole a few deathberries for fun from the medicine cat (a feat which later sent the clan into a panic, watching the kits to make sure none had consumed them).
The evening of Runningpaw's ceremony, his mother heard Starclan's calling and passed away in her sleep. She visits her son every now and again in his dreams, silently encouraging him yet never speaking a word. An avid believer in the starlit dead, Runningpaw became fascinated with observing the sky and the idea of death itself. It was her death that brought about Runningpaw's early rising hour, to watch the last few stars disappear on the horizon.}

^{x x x}

^{RP SAMPLE!}

^{| | Morning. The brisk feel of the first breeze of daylight, the damp grass underpaw that withstood a frigid New-leaf evening. Clouds were few and thin, casting a golden light on a solitary figure standing on a few rocks settled in the crease of a hillside. It was these sort of mornings when Runningpaw felt at ease, the urge to constantly be on the move repressed by a thick blanket of calm his young mind couldn't begin to fathom. These mornings, peaceful and quiet, sent his mind into a turbulent whirlpool of difficult thoughts and concepts he could not yet grasp. It was similar to a newborn kit, trying desperately to mew a single word but lacking the capability of understanding what that word meant.
Runningpaw shook his head lightly, overcome with confusion and yearning. So badly he wanted to be able to understand now, and impatiently his paws kneaded the ground. Why did everything good have to come with time?
The sunlight brightened, filling the valley with rays of warmth and the start of a new day. As the last of the morning stars vanished into the morning, Runningpaw rose, stretched his stiff limbs, and padded quickly back to camp before someone worried his empty nest. | |}

^{USERNAME!` erasers
NAME! Adaralyn
POSITION! Soldier { Princess }}

^APPEARANCE!

^{Ada's looks are deceiving. When one looks at her, she comes across as a pretty cat and nothing more, but behind her perfect and seductive face are several pearly white teeth in which she will rip you to shreds with if needed. She is decently sized, slightly larger than the average she-cat, and has a pure white coat. Her eyes are a hazel, containing the occasional gold flecks that always draw attention to her eyes.}

^PERSONALITY!

^{Ada is, like her name, and noble cat. She has no problem with socializing and making friends, and can be quite adventurous, her curiosity sometimes getting the best of her. She is slow to anger, but when she snaps, she snaps, and doesn't care what she does, as long as she feels the situation was made just. She is clever and sly, and can sometimes be sarcastic which has gotten her into trouble several times.}

^{Adaralyn might be pretty, but she is no flit. She likes having toms as friends, and wants to have kits and find a good mate, but she doesn't just fall in love with every tom that walks by. Ada is not picky when it comes to males, but she does have morals and standards, and won't get all starry eyed if some tom glances her direction.}

^{x x x}

^{{ I Altered Your Form A Bit, Sorry. Anyway, I Saw The Post About Abominors Kits And I Would Like To Be One Of Them. (: Since You Said That "Sonya" Could've Hidden Kittens From Him, She Could Join ICly. . .? And Claim To Be His Daughter. If Abominors Is A White Cat, Adaralyn Could Be The Exact Copy Of Him. . .If You'd Like. Or Just Pure White Coat, Which She Already Had, And Hazel Eyes. }}

^{Aww. :c}

^{But, Alright, Could I Get The Position Of A Duchess?}

^{. [size=11pt]c l a n - c a t s[/size] .}

^{R U N N I N G P A W
` absence weakens mediocre passions `}

^{age! 10 Moons
gender! Male
clan! WindClan
rank! Apprentice
short description!
Agile White & Ginger Tabby Tom With Short-Cut Fur And Light Hazel Eyes
personality!
Named as he came out of the womb kicking his little legs and squirming, Runningpaw is a particularly fidgety individual if kept away from the open territory. He loves to hunt and can often be seen sprinting below flighting birds, just to see if he can outrun them. The first to rise in the morning, he is also the first to return to the nest after SunHigh for short naps to keep him going throughout the day.
Social interactions with other clan-mates are a given, however Runningpaw does not seek out gossip or small talk with other cats. He does enjoy the sharing of tongues and the occasional refresher to the social hierarchy in that which he lives, yet dwells on the physical aspects of living rather than the emotional bonds involved. Runningpaw is not entirely sure if he himself has an affectionate side, yet as a young cat barely out of the nursery there is much to his persona that he has yet to discover.}

^{x x x}

^{friends!
None; PM Me If You Would Like To Be One.}

^{lovers!
None; PM Me If You Would Like To Be One.}

^{haters!
None; PM Me If You Would Like To Be One.}

^{- - -}

^{. [size=11pt]l o n e r s - k i t t y p e t s[/size] .}

^{n o n e}

^{. [size=11pt]o t h e r - a n i m a l s[/size] .}

^{n o n e}

^{I Wold Like To Be The Beautiful Jay}

^{>>Goes To Change Signature & Avatar<<}

^{Changed !}

^{It's Such A Beautiful Bird, I'd Hate To See It Disappear. :c}

[size=11pt]r u n n i n g p a w ![/size]
^{x x x}

^{Morning. The brisk feel of the first breeze of daylight, the damp grass underpaw that withstood a frigid New-leaf evening. Clouds were few and thin, casting a golden light on a solitary figure standing on a few rocks settled in the crease of a hillside. It was these sort of mornings when Runningpaw felt at ease, the urge to constantly be on the move repressed by a thick blanket of calm his young mind couldn't begin to fathom. These mornings, peaceful and quiet, sent his mind into a turbulent whirlpool of difficult thoughts and concepts he could not yet grasp. It was similar to a newborn kit, trying desperately to mew a single word but lacking the capability of understanding what that word meant.
Runningpaw shook his head lightly, overcome with confusion and yearning. So badly he wanted to be able to understand now, and impatiently his paws kneaded the ground. Why did everything good have to come with time?
The sunlight brightened, filling the valley with rays of warmth and the start of a new day. As the last of the morning stars vanished into the morning, Runningpaw rose, stretched his stiff limbs, and padded quickly back to camp before someone worried his empty nest.}

^{x x x}

^{NOTES! Runningpaw Is Looking For A Lover. <3
I Would Like The Female Apprentice To Know Him Already. But Beware, He Is Cocky. c;
WORD COUNT! Two - Zero - Six}

^{>>Noms On Cookie<<}

^{Would Anyone Like A Cookie ? If So, You Must First Be My Twin. c:}

f a i t h ♥ wrote:

//lazynotlazy// I'll be your twin c;

^{>>Hands Cookie & Huggles<<
Yay ! <33}

f a i t h ♥ wrote:

Oi, if you're erasers, does this mean I'm pencils?

^{Yess !
So, Hello Pencils. <33}

^{Adaralyn half hissed at Chippewa as she passed her. It was very pathetic and kit-like to flirt with the leader. "Hello, Abominor," she greeted, dipping her head slowly. "And Hello. . .Chippewa." Adaralyn mewed, turning back to her leader. Ada was clearly the higher rank and could politely "interrupt" her flirting session. "The food pile is diminishing; but very slowly. Since she is here, Chippewa and I could hunt quickly and come back." Adaralyn pressed, flicking a white ear to the she-cat behind her. "It would be best and it is always good to have the pile full, no?" she mewed, shifting her weight. "Our group is growing in size. . ." she reminded Abominor. The white female then turned to Chippewa. "Don't you agree?"}

^{RANDOMNESS ||}

^{Adaralyn Isn't Jealous, She Doesn't Particularly Like Chippewa.
She Thinks That Her Petty Flirting Won't Work
And It Is Wrong To Fall In Love With The Leader. I'm Talking About The Monarchy By The Way. c:}

^{The wind blew and rustled through the she-cats fur.}

^{- - -}

^{OOC!
MANDY ||
Adaralyn Isn't In Love With Abominor, By The Way. c:
She Doesn't Particularly Like Chippewa. And Thinks That Her Petty Flirting Is Desperate And
Wrong.}

^BUMP!

^{Could Adaralyn Become Close To Abominor?
Like Not Lovers But Really, Really Good Friends? c:}

[size=11pt]r u n n i n g p a w ![/size]
^{x x x}

^{A soft voice caught his attention as he slipped into camp. "Oh, hello, Liltingpaw," he greeted, his white tail swishing with anticipation and guilt. Runningpaw was about two inches taller than that of Liltingpaw and had the reputation of the tallest apprentice. He flicked a ginger ear and kneaded the ground with his paws. "It's different being the second cat up early." he teased, retracting his claws and resting his haunches on the crisp ground below. He had always fancied Liltingpaw. She was intriguing, funny and of course beautiful. But he wasn't looking for a mate so he gave up his crush 2 moons ago. "How are you this fine morning?" he asked, his tail twitching.}

^{x x x}

^{NOTES! n o n e
WORD COUNT! One - One - Six}